When we moved into our new house about a year and a half ago, I had packed all my brads, ribbon, etc. into a box, labeled it "Craft Stuff" and never really thought about it again. Well, last night it came to me that I could use some of the stuff in there, so I asked Wonderful Husband to go up into the attic and get it down for me. He got up there, looked around and said, "I don't think it is up here." He was right. The box had gotten put into the corner of one of our closets. After pulling off all the suitcases, clothing and other miscellaneous items off the top of it, I pulled it out and opened it.
Much to my chagrin, there was more than ribbon or felt pieces in there. I had tossed old pictures in there - like The Chef's baseball pictures, a Christmas picture of me and my sisters from when I was 4, and old dance pictures of The Gals, just to name a few.
There were old scrapbooks The Gals had worked on. Wonderful Husband's prom photo (nice hair). My mom's old wedding album. It went from being a Craft Box to a Treasure Box. Shame on me for treating some of my most important items like they meant no more to me than some old crayons or stickers.
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